Vice Gillian Bluehorn was an elf of attractive looks.
He was also an adult elf who had lived for over 600 years in this world, seen things that most humans will only remember as history, and done things that humans of short lifespan would never come to know.
He was from a pureblood family, a rare rebel who left the elvan kingdom in the great forest and wandered the world for centuries.
"I have lived a long life, I have travelled to all three continents, I have met all kinds of people, so I have a good sense of humans," He poured a few colorful liquids alongside a fresh cup of milk in his metallic shaker and started shaking it like the professional mixologist that he was.
He had been telling me his story for a while now, and I could tell there was some kind of hesitation… but I didn't really feel any discomfort in him.
He wasn't really bothered by me, but he was actually avoiding me for a simple reason.
